Uh Yes Uh huh Its Kaine Yes Flow Crazy, I'm so crazy I'm so 80's baby Crack Era, Ronald Reagan baby Save me, no memory card needed Spend most my time getting drunk and weeded But I call plays and get paper all day Don't discriminate either I get paper all ways I'm out there night time I'm out there broad day Lobby, backyard, front yard or hallway I'm just to eager to be straight in my pockets Cause bills nowadays hit me straight in my pockets All that good fly shit, I be trying to rock it And I'm a cash spender no swipe when I cop it Rim, what's good on a money bag? Cause niggas playing out here like they don't want the cash They wanna be broke and well known that bad I guess they good with a like and a hashtag A craft master The bars are slick, the oil castor I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA Like pastor, Troy we ready Me and Eddie we get to the fetty You couldn't stop the flow with a levy Skully top, don't get plucked tryna land on mine In the booth eatin' and only for self I dine Got nothing but punches, Ballrog And the pigs tryna take ya shine, they ball hog I don't coast guard, or ride waves this high tides Ain't never scared to throw the hands like a high five Who livin' just to survive, my plights justified It's not about the fall it's the way that you gon' rise That bag light, I don't act right, its never a might You scary for numbers, you wouldn't shoot dice Hank Aaron, I only roll bats that's hitters It's a cold world, don't get your shivers You stamped, better deliver You movin' nowhere in the same spot, slow dance Can't monopolize in a community with no chance Life hits you fast and quick Boom, with no hands Better make it happen We ain't listening to no rants Its a dope ban They only want trash that's laced Traced to an era where crack was base Zombies on the cheese line with a twisted face Sell your soul just to get a taste I need the bag with no case I'm from the core of the rotten apple Never steered by fear And that's off top facts without a Snapple Don't get caught and let it trap you It's fast paced, moving slow out here Will have the wolves getting at you And you cant compare a relic to a souvenir You niggas turned fiends I treat the weed as my consigliere Get work done and put it in the air Same cycle, gotta feed the fam Always sticking to the plans Or have backup Treating life like an interview But never slack up The negative thinking will never add up